Two weeks. Fourteen days.
It had been two weeks since Daddy let his Princess cum. She was now laying on his bed, bound, and waiting.
Her wrists were cuffed and attached to the posts of the bed. There was not enough slack to allow her to touch herself at all. Her legs were bound, bent at the knee and spread. She was on full display for him. A blindfold kept her from seeing what was going on in the room.
Previously, Princess had proven she was capable of going one week without an orgasm. She was edged every day. At least thirty minutes a day. But on at least one occasion she edged to the very precipice for three hours. She had been a soaking mess.
Toward the end she could barely think. Her thoughts were jumbled. She could not answer her Daddy clearly. It was like she was intoxicated. That had been only one week.
That week ended in a shuddering orgasm that left her crying out and shaking. It had been worth it. Her Daddy was proud. But then he said those words.
"Good girl. I think my Princess can probably go two weeks."
Those words seemed to echo. And her Daddy was serious. After her tremors ended from her orgasm, he told her, "Princess, I hope you enjoyed that, it's the last orgasm you will have for two weeks. Longer if you disobey."
She whined as he placed his cock at her lips. Dutifully, she took him in her mouth like a good girl. He finished on her chest, covering her in his cum. Like an obedient Little, she rubbed it in, luxuriating in the feel of Daddy's seed covering her.
For the next thirteen days she had been tortured. She was not permitted to touch herself at all without Daddy's knowledge and approval. Even to wash her kitty required Daddy to approve. Daddy always gave her permission for the necessities, but she knew he loved having the power to deny her if he so chose.
On day one, Princess had forgotten to have her toys properly charged so that she could edge at Daddy's direction. She felt that familiar twinge of worry as she told him. He was not concerned and continued their delicious play for about an hour. She came close to orgasm four times but was a good Princess and stopped herself from tipping.
It was only after their play session that first day that he told her she was to be punished for her transgression. She was instructed to place a drop of the peppermint oil she had in her cabinet on her sensitive clit, after playing for the hour. She was then left to writhe and moan as Daddy would not permit her to touch or rub. She was forced to reapply it halfway through. Only after fifteen minutes was she permitted to touch herself and give herself some relief. He relished her moans and cries.
On her third day, she begged to cum. Just three days in. Daddy did not take kindly to this. Princess was told to stop touching immediately. She obeyed. She almost always obeyed. Then she was told to get her crop out from her drawer. Nervously, she complied.
"Five sharp smacks to your clit. Is that clear?" He demanded.
"Yes Daddy." She replied softly.
The sharp pain gave way to pleasure. By the fifth smack she was afraid she would cum. She held off.
"Now do it again, and remember you should only beg when you mean it." He said sternly.
"Oh fuck Daddy, it hurts and feels so good." She moaned and whined. Daddy smiled.
At the end of the session, Princess was left panting and shaking, wanting desperately for relief that Daddy was unwilling to give her.
Several days went by and Princess edged. She used toys on her clit and inside her as Daddy instructed. She was a good Princess.
On day 8, now the longest she had ever gone without an orgasm, Princess was given an instruction by Daddy.
"Today, after your shower, you are to insert a butt plug. You will not remove it until instructed to do so by me."
She blanched. This would mean Princess would have to wear her butt plug throughout the day. She selected a dress and a pair of panties. She almost never wore panties with a dress, but she was concerned about the toy that would be inside her. She did not want it to fall out, though she knew because of its design that would not happen. With a little lubrication and her leg up on the counter, Princess slid the plug inside herself. She moaned loudly as it pushed past her tight ring.Every step and bump in the car that day reminded her of Daddy's control. She loved the feeling.
When she got home that day, Daddy was waiting for her.
"How does it feel Princess?" he asked.
"Full Daddy, so full. I am dripping."
He lifted the dress over her head and took off her bra. He pushed her to the bed, face down. Then he turned on the vibrations. The plug which had been dormant in her tight ass came to life. Princess could feel the vibrations in her core.
Daddy reached under her and played with her clit. This was the first time in the two weeks that Daddy had been the one to edge her. Without her own hand controlling the touching she was worried she would fall over the edge.
Daddy pushed one, then two fingers inside her wet hole.
"Princess, you are so wet."
"Yes, Daddy!" Was all she could say.
With his fingers inside her he began playing with her clit with his thumb. The feeling was almost overwhelming. Her whole body shook.
"Please. Daddy. Please... " Her pleading became almost incomprehensible, "If... don't... stop... Going to cum." She panted.
With that, Daddy turned off everything. She moaned and whined.
